A couple of strange things have happened to me. Small things. I'll tell you one.
Because I have a relatively generic Gmail address, occasionally I mistakenly get emails intended for other Scottymacs out there. Sometimes they're interesting because they involve office politics, and people making threatening noises like, "If you continue to have this attitude about so-and-so I'm afraid I can no longer be your friend."
This morning I received an email from guy I don't know with a name sort of like mine. I won't say where he is, altough it's a Scottish city and it's spelled G-L-A-S-G-O-W (which makes this whole following exchange seem like something from a Belle & Sebastian song). He meant to CC himself on a message, but he sent it to me instead. It was the tail end of an exchange with his wife, and it was so touching, it almost made me cry.
At the risk of being emotionally obscene, I shall quote it verbatim (I can't imagine how this could be traced back to or discovered by the source, otherwise I wouldn't put it out there):
From wife to husband:
Because I have a relatively generic Gmail address, occasionally I mistakenly get emails intended for other Scottymacs out there. Sometimes they're interesting because they involve office politics, and people making threatening noises like, "If you continue to have this attitude about so-and-so I'm afraid I can no longer be your friend."
This morning I received an email from guy I don't know with a name sort of like mine. I won't say where he is, altough it's a Scottish city and it's spelled G-L-A-S-G-O-W (which makes this whole following exchange seem like something from a Belle & Sebastian song). He meant to CC himself on a message, but he sent it to me instead. It was the tail end of an exchange with his wife, and it was so touching, it almost made me cry.
At the risk of being emotionally obscene, I shall quote it verbatim (I can't imagine how this could be traced back to or discovered by the source, otherwise I wouldn't put it out there):
From wife to husband:
Hi BabeReply:
Thanks for my card, I didn't open it, we will open them together tonight. What do you want to do for dinner and what time will you be home? I can phone the [insert name of a restaurant] if that's where you would like to go?
I love you, sorry for my lack of life last night.
X
Hiya,Reply:
No worries. I was gonna book the [restaurant] at lunch time when I take my break. I thought if I booked t for 7pm that would give me time to get home and get a shower and stuff.
I’ll try and get away 4pm sharp to get home for 5:30 at the latest.
Don’t worry about last night, you did a 5K, what did you expect?
Love you too.
S
XX
HiReply:
Can you read over my application and see what you think? If you are going to make any changes save it as another copy and email me it back.
Love ya
x
Hi babe,There is a job application attached for a youth social worker position.
Had a quick look over this just now, will do it again tomorrow night. See what you think in the meantime, no major changes made so you might not see much difference.
S
xx
posted by Scott at 8:34 AM
<-- use as a back-up
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